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The island seems to be particularly swept up in the moonlight.

The black mausoleum, the peaks of the Mo Lake, everything is clothed in blood.

In the distant woods, the moonlight shone jaggedly through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting red eyes on the ground.

"Arrest her daughter first, affect her mental state, do a favor to the pollution of the fallen mother goddess, and prevent the fallen mother goddess from finding out that I want Russell to die completely."

According to Russell's diary, you can find strange primitive islands by going all the way to the western seas, and according to Russell's ambitious statement later, "The emperor's subjects should not only be humans, these extraordinary creatures can also become my people!" "It is speculated that Russell most likely had a hidden, extraordinary animal mausoleum, the ninth mausoleum that has not yet been discovered.

Making extraordinary beings their subjects is quite a genius from a human perspective.

If it weren't for the interference of external forces, if it wasn't for the moon before this, Russell would really be able to resurrect and succeed, and continue to run the devastated Intis Empire, which was almost entirely maintained by Russell's personal charm.

"Russell has been dying for so long that he can basically declare defeat. Anyway, she still has Mr. Door in her hand, so she won't mind if I do anything to this failure, right? ”

Edward's calculations crackled, and Agarritu tried to get a handful of Crane while the real creator was not looking, but was unfortunately stopped by Bernadette. And the small person he left in his hand suddenly jumped back, which should belong to the embodiment of "bad luck". According to this "bad luck", when Crane and the others leave the Sea of Divine War, there is a good chance that there will be various other kinds of resistance that will lead to failure.

In that case, let's just deal with Bernadette first and see what else happens after that.

She took the score and pointed to the mausoleum in the distance.

"Russell is inside."

"Go in and see, Bernadette, the man you've been looking for."

"She's waiting for you, too."

Bernadette did not speak, she silently observed the great mausoleum, which did not grow a single weed on its surface, nor covered the vines that were common in the rest of the mountain.

This allowed Bernadette to directly see the various words and symbols inscribed on the mausoleum through the "peeping eye", and to see the heavy stone door that seemed to be prepared for the giant, nearly thirty meters high.

Bernadette was no stranger to those words and symbols, and with a cursory glance, she recognized them either from the Civil Code formulated and promulgated by her father, or from the new social trends he founded, or directly from the blueprints of some inventions.

"I've always had a question that I wanted to ask her."

Bernadette spoke softly, and she saw the mausoleum, as if she saw her own destiny: "But I don't think you will let me see her alive." ”

"No, of course not, I hope your father and daughter have been together for a long time." Edward said, "You can see her." ”

"And then I'm going to die?"

"That's right." The demon readily admitted, "You won't be alone for long, and soon I'll send your father to accompany you." ”

Bernadette exhaled softly, and death was imminent, and she had calmed down, and spoke:

"I have one last question."

Edward stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood to the side of the piano, and smiled, "Why didn't you ask earlier?" Cramming is not a smart choice. Of course, if you're smarter, you won't be a pirate. ”

"Well—but it's hard to say, if you're doing too well as a princess, your controlling father is probably going to be too hard." Edward shook his head regretfully, and said casually in a homely tone like Bernardella, "You are the perfect daughter, and everything is in your father's mind." ”

Bernadette was not affected by these words, she was born and raised when the Gustav family was still an upper-middle-class nobleman, and had not been educated as an emperor or ruler, but because the family believed in the god of steam and machinery, the goddess promoted the sacred text of gender equality, which gave Bernadette the right to inherit.

This inheritance has always existed, and it remained when they became princes and princesses.

Russell was already a saint when he became an archon, and in his later years he became an angel, although everything Russell did after claiming that the emperor was nothing more than to cover up the internal contradictions of the country with external expansion, and he did not do too well, but it was stupid to think of a position of an almost god-like, immortal emperor. She couldn't accept the excessive decrees and colonial wars, and fled to the sea, which was the best she could think of.

"My question is ......"

Bernadette crouched down and traced the ground with her fingers, horizontally and vertically...... There are many practice strokes and inverted strokes, as well as overly straight horizontal lines, which end up forming two or three symbols.

She stood up and asked:

"These two Luo ...... Chinese, what does it mean? ”

Edward looked down, and then said with feeling:

"This is 'home'."

"Home?" When Bernadette heard this Intis word, she was a little confused, and she was more confused.

Edward pondered for a few seconds and gave an accurate answer.

"Not exactly, I can find the most accurate translation. There is no closer meaning to the word in the context of Intis, nor does Rune, but there is a similar word in the Fursak. ”

She said slowly, in the ancient Phrsak: "Where the blood comes from." ”

Bernadette, who had read through all kinds of knowledge, quickly found the word from memory, and this word was indeed a word unique to Fursack, because only the people of Fursack would always be inexplicably nostalgic for distant places, like a sad poet, nostalgic for a place that did not exist in history, the origin of the myths and legends of the giants, the true body of the "Giant Hall of Dusk", and the distant "Court of the Giants".

The land of the legendary giants appeared in their dreams, in their imaginations, in the troubadours' poems and in ancient records, and that even the Fursacks, who were born abroad and had not even come into contact with a similar culture, occasionally went to their distant homeland.

This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by doctrine and research, and can only be explained by extraordinary abilities.

Hence the birth of the term:

"Where the blood comes from".

Bernadette frowned slightly, lost in thought: the root of the name Russell is indeed derived from the Giant's language......

"What does this mean...... Russell also has Fursack blood? She also often dreams of the hometown of the giant clan, so she has nostalgia? ”

"Oh, the nobles of all countries are related by marriage, and the ancestors of the Gustav family have also married, if there is one, it is indeed there. But that's not the reason. ”

Edward patiently explained:

"You can ask her these words herself, or you can ask me...... Your father came from an ancient era, and 'ancient' in the present often means powerful and mysterious, but not necessarily ......"

"Your father's soul comes from the past, from a time long since ruin, where he was born, raised, and then slumbered, spanning four epochs to the present world as we know it."

"Therefore, she misses being there, her real family and friends have been buried in an unknowable distant history, she longs to go back, she can never go back, and she does not want to have a deep relationship with the current world, so she has always shown a sense of separation."

"Home, homeland, where family lives, source, these things come together and that's what that word means."

She finished her words with academic precision, then looked at Bernadette and waited for her answer.

Bernadette straightened up again, her azure eyes revealing more mixed emotions, and after a moment, she asked:

"Why did she choose these two words to make me an amulet?"

"This kind of writing has no extraordinary power, and it cannot induce spirituality, it is just a simple symbolic text."

"Your questions are a little too much, Bernadette." "But I'm willing to answer that question. ”

"The real talisman is not these two words, but the person who can understand them."

Bernadette looked at Edward suspiciously.

"I'm not the person she wants." Edward spread his hands, "She has long guessed that there are more guests from the past era hidden in this world, so teach you these two words, and the people who can understand these two words in the future and will have a sense of identity are your real talismans." ”

Bernadette fell silent.

She thought of the "fool" who could read Russelvin.

"What kind of place does the bloodline come from?" She said to herself, "Being able to make two words work so powerfully." ”

Edward didn't answer, because although she could understand, she couldn't empathize.

The next second, Bernadette raised her right hand.

Her skin suddenly turned as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her hair as black as ebony. In her hand there was an illusory, ancient mirror.

This is the "Snow White" of fairy tale magic, and Bernadette uses it to improve the success rate and accuracy of her "predictions".

Silently, she "saw" a scene:

The majestic and majestic dark mausoleum shook visibly, and the heavy and tall stone door opened.

Then, a huge black arm stretched out of the stone door.

The size of the arm was close to that of the trees on the island, and in terms of color and state, it looked more like a part of a shadow, but it was not a thin layer, but filled with flesh and blood, which was extremely strange.

It propped itself up on the ground with its elbows and struggled forward, as if trying to pull out the larger, more terrifying parts that followed.

Bang!

The whole island began to shake.

Bang!

The pair of "peeping eyes" that tended to be transparent were shattered.

Bernadette's eyes then closed, as if she had seen a bright light that she could not see directly, or had been hurt beyond her bearing.

Obvious blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, and her face turned a lot paler.

And on her body, a pair of illusory and holy wings spread, neutralizing some invisible pollution with the fall of white feathers.

Edward watched all this quietly, and then she turned her head and looked at the door of the mausoleum:

"You should go, Bernadette. You have come to me, and the road from life to death has been completed, and it is time to embrace your end. ”

With an irresistible magic, Bernadette turned her head one last time and glanced at the woods behind her, her gaze as if she had penetrated the ocean and the forest to reach somewhere far away.

She closed her eyes, and her mind came to the home of her childhood, with her father's handmade swing in her small yard, and the walls covered with ivy and morning glory every spring, she recalled the streets of Trier, remembered the vibrant people, she thought of the sea, and wanted the "dawn of the elements" that she would lose shelter after death, and sadness and pain spread irrepressibly in her heart.

"No matter what her father thinks......"

"Intis, where she and her mother are, is my 'hometown'."

She turned her head and walked step by step to the main entrance of the mausoleum.

"Mother?"

Behind her, Edward shook his head slowly, and sighed:

"In the moonlight here...... You can't use that kind of word. ”

And Bernadette did not hear this, the black road under her feet had come to an end, but she felt her body become lighter, and there was a sudden joy and joy in her heart, as if she had returned to her carefree girlhood, walking down the streets of Trier.

She felt the call that appeared in the mausoleum, like a mother's whisper.

The heavy door of the mausoleum appeared in front of her, and at that moment a voice appeared in Bernadette's ear, and she seemed to hear a voice from behind the door, as if Queen Matilda was calling to her.

The moonlight shifted, shining on the gate of the mausoleum, filling every carving on the door.

Bernadette stepped on the moonlight, and suddenly disappeared from the outside world, into the dark and dark mausoleum.

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There is no need to use the ability of "voyeurism", everything here is clearly presented in front of her eyes:

The interior of the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum is filled with twisted and chaotic spiritual power, and it is covered with red moonlight from nowhere, and on the high platform in the center, there is a seat for giants, which seems to be made of iron, the surface is engraved with intricate and twisted strange patterns, and the top of the backrest extends upwards in the shape of a crown.

The walls seemed to be carved with twisted and strange words, and the throne was entangled with countless withered and dark green vines, which crawled all over the inner walls and floors of the mausoleum, filling the place with the atmosphere of decline and vicissitudes after a thousand years of isolation from the world.

At this moment, there was a dark shadow on this heavy and huge seat, motionless, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Bernadette was about to take a tentative step closer to the high platform, when she suddenly found that her body was completely immobile, as if she was firmly bound in place by an invisible shackle.

In a flash of thought, Bernadette felt an itch in her right eye.

The eyelashes of that eye grew rapidly, turning into tiny arms that propped up to her face, trying to pull them out.

"I see it! I see it! Bernadette's right eye protrudes with a vascular protrusion and a childish and light voice of its own, as if gaining its own intellect and consciousness.

This is also a kind of "new life".

Almost at the same time, Bernadette's left ear drooped down, covering the ear canal.

"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! The ear shouted in a slightly high-pitched voice.

If she didn't use her spirit to perceive it, Bernadette would definitely think that there was a little girl next to her, covering her ears and stomping her feet and screaming.

But all this happened, and Bernadette had no intention of stopping it, and in the crimson moonlight, these abnormal parts of her limbs made her feel strangely friendly, as if she were brothers and sisters of the same mother.

Bernadette approached the high platform step by step, her body quickly twisted and mutated, but as if she didn't feel it, she still opened her mouth slightly, and pronounced a Chinese word in a straight accent:

"Hometown ......"

The still, black shadow suddenly reacted, and its upper body slowly lifted up to look at Bernadette.

A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:

"Hometown ......"

The voice was a little hesitant, a little dazed, a little seeking confirmation, as if it were coming from another world.

The black shadow struggled to her feet, and her body tore red cracks one after another, as if many bright red eyes had grown in an instant. The black shadow struggled violently, but was tightly bound to the seat by the withered branches that pierced through its body, unable to move for half a minute.

"Leave!" The dark shadow finally realized what was about to happen, "Get out of here!"

”

Bernadette didn't answer, her lips twitched a few times, and finally a sad smile appeared.

Then, her body slowly melted, and her features left her face and took on a life of their own, moving up and down her body. Her limbs and every organ made sounds that did not belong to Bernadette, and they came to life, and the dead silence of the mausoleum was filled with the active laughter of children.

They scramble to break away from their mothers, leaving with flesh and spiritual brilliance, and if they accidentally touch the dead vines on the ground, they will instantly lose their spirituality and turn to ashes.

"Bastard!

！

Russell's eyes widened.

The piece of flesh that had been Bernadette fell to the ground, slowly losing its vitality. Her spirit returned to her mother and awaited her father, and the organs and bodies that had once belonged to Bernadette became new children, calling out to her in a crisp childlike voice that resembled or did not resemble Bernardette's throne around Russell's throne.

A twisted storm raged, and these horrible creatures were torn to shreds, and silence returned to the mausoleum.

Dots of spiritual brilliance emanate from their bodies and come together to become an extraordinary property like a transparent eye.

In the next second, more cracks opened in the black figure, and they bloomed blood-red flowers from the head downwards on different parts of the body.

It was as if Russell was left with a shadow wrapped in a blood-red mass that radiated pure brilliance.

A roar full of pain and despair echoed inside the mausoleum, but it couldn't shake Yuehua and Zhiya.

Edward listened to the voice, looked up at the grand moonlight again, and sighed.

"The Fallen Mother Goddess doesn't even want to give me extraordinary characteristics, it seems that in order to make a mysterious reappearance, I can only grab the Elemental Dawn by myself."

TBC

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First of all, just because I'm writing a story like this doesn't mean I'm a sociopathic criminal in the real world.

Secondly, it is, do not like can not be watched.

After that,I can't accept it, I can go and see the original or other fandom.,Bernadette not only lived well, but also became an angel.。

In the end, you want me to give me 10 million without writing.

Why is the first article in my life so dire.